Winter N 2 Spring

You could see your breath in the air Felt toasty in leather gloves and woolen coat The earth's floor hardened, carpeted in fluffy white And "Jolly Old Saint Nicholas" chimed from your throat Counted down as the ball dropped in Times Square Sweet hearts for the sweetheart you did declare Danced a jig adorned in green, will do the Bunny Hop soon And the snap is all but gone from the air A rainbow of buds have begun to peek from the ground with speckles of curious green in between The trees are blossoming as birds perch on limbs, chirping a morning song to the pastel painted scene The golden sun becomes shadowed by grey clouds showers assure that nature doesn't need a drink The sun reappears, the air smells fresh and full of promise I guess the seasons change quicker than an eye can blink 3/19/16